Issue 27 | Winter 2021 Avalanche By David O'Connell | Poetry Ally tells me her husband is adjusting, that they all are, that the diagnosis is for the right kind of cancer, if that makes sense
Issue 27 | Winter 2021 As If There Were Lessons By David O'Connell | Poetry Those were the hours, infected, we were aware of her body, the fever wringing out the cloth of her, the sheets a witness. This was a skirmish in a war of attrition